‘‘ hey, ’’ she greeted quietly as she sat down on the couch where richard was already sitting, his nose in a book. idly, she mused how long it would take for him to finish the page and actually look at her. too long, probably. freya had been spoiling her with her way of always knowing when fay needed something from her. most of the time, her roommate even had a second cup of tea ready. she could not realistically expect the same of richard, she reminded herself as she drummed a staccato against her thigh. ‘‘ i was wondering, richard, if you'd like to tag along this weekend. freya and i are supposed to meet dylan . . . and i don't feel like third-wheeling. i think that's the muggle expression, ’’ she finished, almost nervously rubbing her thumb along the bandage that was adorning her arm, a trophy from the last training.
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